Gym lyrics

Gucci got it going on, bout to roll one a mile long

Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on

n*ggas saying the 'wop falling off, they got me all wrong

Bullsh*t on top of bullsh*t, it get piled on

I'm a OG, you better get your child, take your child home

You'll be long gone, all gone, no one to call on

Big diamonds on my bezel, damn near bigger than rhinestones

GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone!

(Hello, hello, hello, I'm painting everything red, no more yellow

I'm pulling double headers, wish I never met her

Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci, [?], I'm like "f*ck a Cinderella")

Puchanella, Puchanella wearing cashmere sweater

This year I'm doing better so my paint mo' wetter
And she can't trick you less you let her, my Jordans patent leather

I want your b*tch, I go get her, smashed her, now can't get rid her

Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that pus*y, don't let up

I chase that paper, don't let up Kiss that little girl one time, then I'll never let her let up

Kiss that little baby one f*cking time, then I'll never let up

100k spent on my rings, 100k spent on my jeans

100k spent on my..., 100k, throwed on her spleen

100k, f*cked all her team, 100k spent on her...

100k spray through my team, we chase paper, Charlie Sheen

I guess them bezzie, my wife, done slaughtered them

I'm not Casino but I just be killing it, killing it, killing it

The b*tch say she wanna f*ck on Young Thug because he the real-i-est

Ah! b*tch, I'm attending the party, these n*ggas are jeal-i-ous
I done po'd a eight inside a fo', I'm po'd (slow up)

I done spent my last thousand with mojo

I'm so easy to rob, I'm always at the store

I could treat her like cray cause I keep big ol' bowls

Ah, she got that "come back", she got that "hum-tam"

She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL

She got that "sk